We did so, looking behind us often, and saying more than once that Maignan must be mistaken.

As soon as we had dismounted, however, and gone in, he showed us from the window a man loitering near; and this confirmation of our alarm sending us to our expedients again, while Maignan remained watching in a room without a light, I suggested that I might pass myself off, though ten years older, for my companion.
'Alas!' he said, drumming with his fingers on the table 'there are too many here who know me to make that possible.

I thank you all the same.' 'Could you escape on foot?
Or pass the wall anywhere, or slip through the gates early ?' I suggested.
'They might tell us at the Bleeding Heart,' he answered.

But I doubt it.
I was a fool, sir, to put my neck into Mendoza's halter, and that is a fact.

But here is Maignan.